The Rebirth of Pinkamena

Chapter 1

The Awakening

“And into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared not to be scared, at the prospect of being doubly mared.”

Was what I had heard as I came into existence. I was pulled from the complete peace of nothingness of the unknown void, and I instantly felt the feeling of life rush through me. The basic knowledge of life filled my just generated brain, and I had been born as a full grown mare from a pond. I had been pulled up out of the pond by somepony’s hoof, into what seemed like the inside of a cave. I looked around and the first thing I saw about fifty copies of...... myself? No. All these ponies have poofy manes, mine is straight, but the color of the mane and coat are a match. The cave that was containing all of these ponies was quite large, large enough to be the home of a dragon. It contained a tint of turquoise that came from both the glowing plant life that was around the cave and the glittering of the water of the pond and the wet walls. I attempt to ask the nearest clone to me where we are and what’s going on, but she ignored me, jumping up and down saying “Fun! Fun! Fun!” As so are the rest of the clones. That is another difference, they are all excited for what seems to be no reason at all, I’m just standing there confused.

What's going on? Where am I? Why can I remember nothing before now? I am starting to feel frightened, and insecure. Then one of the mares called out, “To Ponyville everyone!” and the jumping came to a halt. I decided to try and calm down about things and attempt to get and understanding of what exactly is going on here. That copy who had shouted out must be the leader of this group. But I must not belong here. I don’t have the same manestyle and energy that the rest of the ponies have.

The confused looking copies stared at the leader. She, knowing what they’re thinking said with a sigh, “Yes, it’s fun there.” Thus driving the ponies back into their energetic attitudes expecting fun to appear. As they hopped behind the leader, she was trying to make us learn the names of her friends before we went to have “fun” with them. She even had taught us her name or.... our names.

“Okey dokey lokey,” the leader said, “let’s see how much you remember.” She pulled an easel out of what seemed to be nowhere, and quizzed us on the names of the ponies she showed us portraits of. All the clones were answering them correctly, but I wasn’t paying attention to her lessons. The only name I had payed any attention to was when she mentioned our own name, Pinkie Pie. But she said that it was short for Pinkamena Diane Pie and liked her new name better. Personally, I liked my.... our original name more, but the other mares seemed not to care about the original name.

After hearing my full name, I began thinking about the individuality between all of us, if there was any. There had to be some right? I mean, my mane and attitude is different from all the others. Maybe that pool back there was the thing that created all of us. But... I can't be just a mere clone, I know that I am more than that, I do not feel like i'm in the right place here. At that, I had decided that I was my own individual, and didn’t need to be part of this group of clones. But that’s just it, I’m a mere clone. ‘No’ I thought to myself, ‘I am my own mare, I can go handle myself.’

We were then leaving the cave to go to “Ponyville”, walking into the outdoors of this so far strange world, feeling a wave of the scents that were being emitted from the plants of the jungle we had just exited. My eyes had to adjust a bit to the sudden change of light from the sun that had just been revealed from behind the leaves. Despite the shining sun however, it was a quite comfortable cool out here. Leader Pinkie gave us one final quiz on the names, which all the clones had answered correctly. But the final portrait was of Pinkie... but without the poofy mane. It was down and straight just like how mine is, and she looked not as happy as a Pinkie clone should be but rather... depressed.

This was giving me thoughts that told me that I must be the real Pinkamena. I was not a part of this group of ponies. I had the strange, sudden urge to make waste of them. But I had no way to do that at the moment, even if I tried I’d be stopped.

‘Woah! What are you thinking?’ a voice inside of my head screamed. It gave me a sudden headache, causing me to grunt and hold my hoof to my forehead. ‘Killing innocent mares? What is your deal?'

‘No,’ I thought back to the strange voice, ‘These mares are nothing but clones, they have no innocence.’ I was waiting for a response to what I had thought, but my headache had disappeared. Legs wobbling, I began to feel antsy, wanting something interesting to happen. Claustrophobia set in as I wanted to just separate from this crowd and go on my own.

"Okay let's get on with this folks. Fan out on three..." The original Pinkie's words snapped me out of my thoughts. I then realized that everypony is going to split up and scatter around Ponyville. Before The original Pinkie Pie counted to two I, and the rest of the group without any thought, had scattered into Ponyville already, I was too anxious to want for three. I was galloping as fast as I could so I could find out information about where this is, who I am, and what to do.

After a while of galloping and having wind blast through my face, I had looked around me I saw the copies cause all kinds of trouble, such as pranking other ponies and destroying structures, giving off the smell of wood and paint. I'm not sure that this is what Pinkie Pie was talking about as fun but it does look quite amusing. Also it is nice to see Ponies that are other than the color of pink. Pink is so bright and can get really annoying to look at.

After a few more minutes of exploring the town, and every once and awhile causing a bit of chaos with some ponies just for the heck of it, I noticed that the residents were gathering in front of somepony's house for a tree, complaining about all of the Pinkie Pies appearing. Strange house to live in but no matter, I've got to figure things out before this mob of Pinkies gets taken care of. First off I must find wherever Pinkie Pie lives. I had felt the temptation to ask somepony but that would be a bit strange to ask where your own house is. I continued exploring through the invaded town, then I found a Pinkie sitting on her knees on the ground with her head resting sideways on top of the table and was picking at the ground with her hoof. I decided to take a chance to ask her sense she neither jumping around uncontrollably nor a suspicious mind.

"Hey you." I said as I walked up to the depressed mare. She looked at me with confused eyes.

"Me? Why are you talking to me out of all of these other Pinkie Pies that I had let run a muck?" This must be the original that I had seen earlier, it seemed too obvious, due to her sadness of what chaos that has been created.

"Umm yea you. This is going to sound like a silly question but where do you live? Since you are the original Pinkie Pie I assume that you know where your residence is." I said avoiding her question.

"You think I'm the real Pinkie Pie? I don't even know if I'm the real Pinkie Pie. How do I know you're not the real Pinkie Pie?" What the hay is she talking about? How shes saying things is making no sense.

"Please just answer my question, I need to know" I asked again.

"If you want to know Soooo badly, I live inside of Sugarcube Corner, ya know with the building with the enormous cupcake on top?" She said waving her hoof around for emphasis. Cupcake? that must be a sight to see.

"Uhh.. alright thank you I guess." I said as I trotted away hearing groans and mumbles coming from the strange pony that I had just talked to.

A ginormous cupcake on top, that shouldn't be very difficult to miss. I continued traveling through Ponyville looking for a sign of a giant cupcake. After a bit of me searching for a cupcake and watching the continuing chaos being driven by the Pinkie Pies, I saw three lit candles over a house. Behind that house must be the cupcake, what else would be under those candles? I sprinted around the house to find what looked like a gingerbread house. This must be Sugarcube Corner, considering all of the sugar.

I went up to the delicious looking building and stepped inside and the scents of dried paint disappeared, and it was being replaced by the smell of sugary sweets, a pony was ready to greet me inside.

"Oh hello Pinkie Pie" said a blue mare with a manestyle that almost looks like her head has been decorated with yogurt. She was mixing batter in a giant bowl and had sugary ingredients laying around everywhere, I wonder what shes making. She must not have noticed the clones around Ponyville yet considering her content attitude. "I see you have a new manestyle. What made you want to get it changed?"

This must be the place Pinkie was talking about, she greeted me like she sees me everyday and didn't even seemed bothered by the fact that I had walked in without knocking. "Just trying something new." I had said without looking at her, too focused on heading into the other room.

Before she could respond I was already in the giant room. I walked through a doorway into a rather large looking room with a fireplace, a queen size bed next to a small table and a closet on the other side, and a door to a deck looking outside. Aside from all of the streamers everywhere it seemed very cozy, but there was no time to get comfortable, I had to find out everything about Pinkamena before the residents get rid of the clones, including me. I went to the closet suspecting something of use would be inside and opened it to find a very bizarre bunch of costumes ranging from a chicken suit to an outfit with small confetti cannons on it. Pinkie is a very random character.

I glanced to the corner of the closet and see a photo album covered in cobwebs and dust. On the front cover it had a plastic picture frame to place a photo in, and it held a photo of a pink coated and pink maned filly. After seeing the photo I quickly snatch the album out of its resting place to see that the mane is perfectly straightened. Anxious to see the rest of the pictures, I sit down on the bed and start flipping through the album.

The pictures seem to consist of one family with four members, a father, a mother, and three fillies, me being one of them. Not one photo shows anyone smiling, just the family members slaving away on a rock farm. Flipping through looking for a single smile, I come across a folded up paper. I unfold it revealing what looks like a diary entry, it reads...

Dear Diary,

Today on the farm we were preparing to turn the rocks to the south field from the west field. I can’t take it any longer, I’ve been working on this farm for two years. I am definitely going to be running away soon, to a more cheerful place, where ponies actually smile, and have fun just like they do in Ponyville. Here it is no fun, and no one smiles, or even talks. We just sleep, work, eat, repeat. On the next rock rotation, I plan to escape this wretched farm to a new life. I need to go show other ponies how I am feeling so they can help us who work here. I have placed the sharpest rock I had found near the exit of the farm, so when someone tries to stop me, I can resist them. I had thought about telling my sisters about it, but knowing them, they wouldn't listen to me. I am just fed up with how much they make fun of my pink color. They will just not stop calling me weak. So they definitely won’t go along with this, they may even tell mother and father. I am on my own with this escape, I will show them, I can defend myself, even if it means living in the Everfree Forest for the rest of my life. I'd like to see them do that and last more than a day. My parents are coming, time to hide this diary, wish me luck on my escape.

After reading the Entry, I was Filled with questions, What happened to the family? Did I use the sharp rock on anyone? Has Pinkie shown anypony the pain she felt at the farm? The last two question's answers seemed obvious. No. So it seemed I had to fulfill the promise to myself, to show the pain I had felt, in the manner Pinkamena would seem to have had done it, violently. But what about the family? They obviously hardly cared for me if they allowed my sisters to bully me, and push me to running away. I had to find them and give them what they deserved.

I slammed the book shut, ran outside the room and threw on a saddle bag I found that was hung up on the wall, sliding the photo album into one of the pockets. I galloped through the kitchen as Pinkie clones were invading it, and I snatched a few kitchen knives and threw them into the bag. Seeing all of the sugary sweets made me hungry, so I also grabbed a few donuts that were in a box on the counter and slipped them into a plastic baggy and into my saddle bag. I then continued galloping through the door and headed out of Ponyville. After a bit of sprinting I turned around to see destructed buildings and other things destroyed things scattered all over the place. I wish I could stick around actually, it looks quite fun. I realized then the townspeople would be after me. I decided to turn away from the chaos and gallop on out of Ponyville, past a sign that had said "Now entering Everfree Forest".